Fucking goddamn sonofabitch. I hate remembering this shit. I was at Ohio State in grad school at the time, and I was on my way cross-country to represent our lab at a conference in LA. As I was getting on the last plane, I looked at the TV at the bar beforehand and it was 24-9 after the pick 6 and I thought "welp, looks like it's under control finally". Flew feeling comfortable about it. When we touched down and I found a place with a TV, it was 28-24, and Cooper had that bumbfuzzled hayseed dumbfuck deer-in-the-headlights look I will never forget as long as I live. It's seared into my retinas like it was etched there with a cauterizer.i was mad as fuck in 98 too (long story, baby mama drama, etc) but ive never seen my dad as depressed as he was that day. ugly stuff
But no, I'm not still bitter about it.
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